familar, little black shapes..."oh, crap" I thought, as I squinted down the road. They are out again. "Why does this always happened when I am home alone?" was the next thought. "I think I will go down there, shoot one, skin it, and eat it-raw. 
That would show him/or her!"
That would show him/or her!" A burgandy surburban "joy riding" (AKA going too slow) ahead of me on the road made me worried that those lovely fence jumpers would be push further down the road so that I would have a harder time hearding them and putting them back in the pasture.
Luckily, not.
As I got closer to the barn, I saw two more of them in with the horses; they had ducked through through the lovely antique (aka broken and worn out) fence we own and were milling around. But,
SURPRISE!! Not ours this time, in your face all the cow complainers! Yaa hoo for me 'cause I was in a hurry.
I thought about all the times ours have been out over the last year while I was pregnant no less, and all the kind and not so kind neighbors who have helped or complained about them respectively to me about them.
(side bar: I wonder what the complainers thought I, who was pregnant, was supposed to do alone about them?And if they were in that other's pasture, why didn't they fix their 1/2 of the fence?, And has anyone heard of that lovely law in AZ about free ranging and grazing?) but I digress...
Therefore, remembering all the times that I had felt overwhelmed, discouraged, and down right mad, I had a spurt of service motivate my legs out the truck door and down the road. I didn't get them all back where they go, but some remembered where they had jumped over and like maniacs with the boogie man after them, jumped back in. I felt good that I had helped my unknow fellow cow owner out.
However, on my drive to the bank, I wondered, should I call the owner of the pasture to let him know about his calves or should I let it go? I hated when people call me instead of Scott. I get left with the clean up work when he isn't home.I enjoyed my few minutes of blissful ignorance before those phone calls.
Maybe he/they?? would like to bask in the
bliss today, too.
(side bar: I wonder what the complainers thought I, who was pregnant, was supposed to do alone about them?And if they were in that other's pasture, why didn't they fix their 1/2 of the fence?, And has anyone heard of that lovely law in AZ about free ranging and grazing?) but I digress...
Therefore, remembering all the times that I had felt overwhelmed, discouraged, and down right mad, I had a spurt of service motivate my legs out the truck door and down the road. I didn't get them all back where they go, but some remembered where they had jumped over and like maniacs with the boogie man after them, jumped back in. I felt good that I had helped my unknow fellow cow owner out.
However, on my drive to the bank, I wondered, should I call the owner of the pasture to let him know about his calves or should I let it go? I hated when people call me instead of Scott. I get left with the clean up work when he isn't home.I enjoyed my few minutes of blissful ignorance before those phone calls.
Maybe he/they?? would like to bask in the
bliss today, too.